Sing your songs to the babbling brook, close your eyes don't take a look, your dreams are flowing freely hers, so give your heart great loving cheer, for on this day of love and chance, true love may find with Cupid's hand, a wonderous day this shall be, with all nymths running fast and free, take heed the warning I give you now, love is tricky, love is poor, love makes fools of men who ignore, so listen well listen good, keep your hearts close to the mind, or your shell find yourself lost ith time, runningabout confused with daze, and pinning for the love you do crave, till the sudden end of days.